Run from the little fishies! They stick to the filters and EAT THE FOOD. Then catfish come and poke them away. The poor little fishies. They never had a chance.
Never kaboom, lest ye ingest the fallen ones. Hot smores, coming through! Make way for smores!
I'd like to buy a hot smore. Stuffed in a Pop Tart. In a package. From the vending machines. That don't accept five dollar bills.
Plushies are fun. Especially when they are trying to imitate little green peas with Santa hats. Also, I think I bit the inside of the side of my mouth on accident. Because it's really hurting.
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